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29822	O'Hara, Thomas J.	Rescue Squad			.txt	text/plain	4940	437	86	Hal Burnett twisted painfully on the narrow space-bunk, his tormented For a moment the mad idea swept into his mind that perhaps the universe twenty-year-old kid on his _first_ mail run hope to completely outwit "MR4." The growling voice was Donnelly's, the huge space-engineer in We're going to send out a space tug from "Let me take over, Doc," broke in Donnelly. The little doctor, his face flushed and space-engineer who was waving a huge and warning finger in his face. "Easy, Doc," Donnelly roared in a friendly voice. Donnelly and Williams both looked at the little psychiatrist. Donnelly moved to block the door and the psychiatrist came abruptly to a space-engineer and a good one, Donnelly. Donnelly's face tightened warningly and the doctor hurried on. "Doc," Donnelly roared. The little doctor said nothing. "Look, Donnelly," said the little man with bitter weariness. "What was this kid pilot's full name, Williams?"	./cache/29822.txt	./txt/29822.txt